A Loving Gift

"But I would die for you!" I scream into the blinding daylight. There is no time to admire this beauty- I have to get him back.1

The guy I beat for, bleed for, breath for, live for. I will die for him.2

His back mocked my pain as he walked away, embarrassed. He had tried so hard to break it off without a scene. But I will replay this scene over, over and over again in my head.3

"I will die for you," my pretty painted pink lips whisper. 4

We are the perfect couple and will stay that way goddammit. The pitying eyes in this outdoor cafe are drilling into my chest. I hate pity. I hate him. LOVE HIM!5

I stumble home. And I waited. And I waited. Waited until it seemed my heart had stopped bleeding.6

Actually, I guess I was wrong. It is still bleeding, dripping on my carpet.7

"Oh, he hates it when I make a mess," I mutter to myself.8

Looking in the mirror, I think, "I might be going crazy." I smile. Smiling because I know what needs to be done.9

The beautiful red sunset gave me a great idea. I WILL die for him! Taking my knife, I carve out my gift. My gift to him, what he had all along anyways.10

I rang his doorbell. And I waited. And I waited. And he answered and turned pale. 11

"Here is my gift to you my dear." Holding out my still bleeding, beating heart, I giggled.12

"I lived for you and died for you. But you can never kill me."13

I pushed him aside and stepped into his house.14

"You up for one more fling?" my chilled breath whispered.15

I have never felt more alive as I realize... he will die for me.16